The Galton Case
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The angry wheezing in the passages of her head sounded like a ghost in a ruined house.
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The teeth between her parted lips were like white bone showing in a wound.
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Curlyhead talked and acted like a pro, or at least a gifted amateur with a vocation.
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His upturned face was gray and impervious-looking, like the stone faces on tombs.
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Its contents emitted a whiff of tobacco, sea water, sweat, and the subtler indescribable odor of masculine loneliness.
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Another tune failed to survive the operation, and then the lights went up.
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Bolling stood with pursed lips and absorbed it like a little boy sucking soda pop through a straw.
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I get tired of the shaves and the shave-nots.’
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‘You can’t make a Hamlet without breaking egos.
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She had blue-white hair and a look on her face you don’t see too often any more, the look of a woman who hasn’t been disappointed:
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with a face like an unfinished sculpture.
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I was touched by her asphalt innocence.
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‘If what works out?’ ‘Developments. Also I’ll mention you in my memoirs.’
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The ugliness rose like smoke in the room, spreading to its far corners, fouling the light at the window.
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I sat there like a penitent while the minute hand of the clock took little pouncing bites of eternity.
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His bald scalp gleamed like polished stone in the light from the chandelier.
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The Galton household had hot and cold running money piped in from an inexhaustible reservoir. But money was never free. Like any other commodity, it had to be paid for.
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began to draft a mental letter to my congressman advocating legislation prohibiting the manufacture of guns except for military purposes.
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When I hit him I was lashing out at the other boy, too, reacting to a world of treacherous little hustlers that wouldn’t let a man believe in it.
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Howell wrestled his car up the climbing curves. The tires shuddered and screeched like lost souls under punishment.
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He hadn’t been able to carry her weight. In the stretching gap between his weakness and her need, Culligan had driven a wedge, and the whole structure had fallen.